I found it strange, maybe downright bizarre that I should ever long to be touched by another man after such hurt.
I played with the freedoms of my sexuality, allowed myself to learn my body and ignore my soul. Following my desire has led me full circle. I dream of the impossible. No longer satisfied by the simplicity of such pairings, of tingling flesh and goosebumps. I dream the dreams of every girl despite my experience, for someone to hold my hand and touch my heart.